Twin Mix-up
Though dirt masked their features, a closer look revealed the truth: seven, maybe eight parts of their faces bore Janey's likeness.
Janey's composure cracked. Panic rippled across her features, though she struggled to keep her voice steady. "Alison, what are you playing at?"
I settled into my seat, crossing one leg over the other with deliberate calm.
"Sammy and Scott are my biological children. These two here are the sons you've been waiting eighteen years for."
Janey froze, stunned into silence.
"No… impossible! You're lying! You're trying to trick me! I want a DNA test!"